Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Shramps Like Us Baby We Were Born To Run

You know that thing where you go to Houston to visit Dr. Stapler and then you eat a shit ton of craw fish but it's way too salty because they over did it on the Old Bay seasoning.

So you have to drink all the Shiner Bocks because it's so damn salty and you even eat the craw fish guts and suck the brains from their salty heads because that's just what you do. 

And all the wet naps with American flags on them ever made in the history of wet naps will not make your hands clean ever again and that guy playing blues guitar three inches behind your table will not care nor will that super drunk guy with the red face who needed that pole to hold him up.

Even two servings of jalapeno boudin balls cannot protect you from a thousand midge bites which later you will get from drinking aforementioned Shiner Bock on a patio all night long in your shorts but it it will be totally worth every itchy bug bite and salty finger to hang out with your pals and you wish you could do it more often.

1 comment:

  1. I would shiv a shirtless straight bartender at a gay bar, a jager-shot buying drag queen and a slice of carrot cake to do it more often. thanks for being the best pals ever.